Victor Mavedzenge

Carry me softly through the night
On the slightest breeze hold me tight
Lest I be blown away
And from your side

In a world so torn and angry
Walk with me –hold my hand
I am a child in the eyes of your love
I shall stand back tenderly
And let all sorrow and fear depart

Let your tender sigh
Let the memory of you
Carry me softly
Through the night
Hold me
As I tenderly hold
The memory of more